Memory
The last thing she remembered thinking...
That truck is not stopping.
Looking over the situation...
She knew the big sign would be a better hit
Than the saddle tanks on the truck
That was her last thought...
Her last memory
Until
She woke in an ER of the
small town she was driving through
In her mind...
The last picture was a view of
Screaming children in the back of a station wagon
What happened to them?
Was it even real or just some trick of the mind?
What happened?
Her face felt like an elephant had moved in.
Her left arm was swollen and lying at a strange angle
Where was she?
She was all alone and scared
What next?
Then...
She lost all memory
© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
Always...I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
The last thing she remembered thinking...
That truck is not stopping.
Looking over the situation...
She knew the big sign would be a better hit
Than the saddle tanks on the truck
That was her last thought...
Her last memory
Until
She woke in an ER of the
small town she was driving through
In her mind...
The last picture was a view of
Screaming children in the back of a station wagon
What happened to them?
Was it even real or just some trick of the mind?
What happened?
Her face felt like an elephant had moved in.
Her left arm was swollen and lying at a strange angle
Where was she?
She was all alone and scared
What next?
Then...
She lost all memory
© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
Always...I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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